User blog comment:Princess of Mousetheives/Creatures of the East RPG/@comment-39940417-20190907235643/@comment-4677325-20190920182624

Falkin leaned heavily on his walking stick, making sure to keep his figure small and unintimidating for the startled mole. With a soft chuckle, he turned his gaze over to Abbess Tyra. "Well, here's our mole. One step closer to solving this riddle."